Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.